can be tools:

Like, knives gorging rouge rivers
from, dormantly gentle innocents
choosing trigging monstrous temptuous actions.
"**** them."

Like, fluffy floating cuddly clouds
on, a empathetic lazy afternoon breeze
uplifting encouraging believing hoping loving.
"the Feels."

Like, a portal expanding at relating
to, exposing a tender timid soul
honestly sincerely vulnerably truly heartfully.
"Love you."

Words are not 'what' but 'how'.
Words becomes trustable reliable valuable
Wondering around targeting, supporting, or connecting.
"Woah."

as darkness grips
its fateful fingers
around my soul,

my heart implodes,
twists, revolves, devours
till nothing remains.

a chasm of its former self:
an obscure absence,
a dimensional abyss:
an empty void,
a black hole.

lingering and enduring
struggling to exist
a final breath,
Exhaling.